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"NO... NO, NO, NO, NO, —Y/N!!" the hero slid on his knees in a clumsy manner as he wrapped his arms under your limp body. he grasped one hand beneath your nape and the other lifted your back up as he positioned you to sit up more.
yet you were unmoving. as still as rock would be, ice cold, hardly breathing.
a villain, with the inhumane power to shape-shift into the form of anything he set his eyes on, went rogue and had ultimately started to not only destroy the entire city but the people in it. just as any other villain did.
but this time was different, this time you were in harms way. and the very thought that had shoyo anxious about ever since the first villain appearance had happened.
out of everyone that surrounded you moments before disaster, you were the only one left in the dust. on the solid ground, unmoving.
others hardly had a scratch on them, having run away just in time. but you had been helping people who'd trip and fall get up and escape before finding the next person who seemed to struggle in the stampede of people racing to safety.
eventually, you had been trampled by debris and careless people. you couldn't recover enough in time to notice the shapeshifter ready to pounce. and spider-man couldnt reach you in time as he was preoccupied from webbing any structures that were deemed to fall onto civilians.
"please, no...! th-this cant be happening," he pleaded. breathed in and out like there was a limited supply of oxygen, like he could get enough.
the young hero softly shook you and lightly nudged your face to wake you, but to no avail, "y/n, please. get up. get up, get up, get up!damn it, y/n this is notthe time to sleep— just wake up!"
he looked around frantically, and upon spotting the villain who continued to cause havoc, it made his fists clench as he glared.
if looks could kill.
shoyo brought his fingers to your neck, checked your pulse, then sighed in reflief. he slightly chuckled, "you almost got me there, y/n."
you were breathing, very lightly, almost impossible to tell. your heartbeat was faded, he almost didn't feel it at all. almost believed his eyes when they told him that you were dead.
but you were alive. recovery was possible. the chances weren't too slim, that gave him enough strength. enough hope.
